70 Year Magazine Archive

Back to Bourbonland

by Nika Hazelton

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In my last Delectations, I left you, dear reader, at the entrance to the tall hillside storehouse in Clermont, Kentucky, where Beam bourbon reposes on its way to mellow, legal maturity. The same heartwarming sight, in different surroundings, can be observed wherever fine bourbon is made by people who have become household words: Old Taylor, Old Crow, Old Grand-Dad, Old Fitzgerald, I. W. Harper and Bourbon Supreme.

It’s also heartwarming tobeinan atmosphere of respect for old, tried and true ways of doing things which have made bourbon into the bestselling American spirit and the one that chic Europeans now favor rather than their traditional Scotch. Happiness, to Europeans, is as many bottles of bourbon as they can get from their American friends, so that they can both quaff a spirit they love and make an excellent impression on others at the same time.

NH

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